A subject had alerted me to look out for a belated Christmas cum birthday present that would arrive in the post any day now. I suggested he bring it down in person when he came for his next session, next month. But he was afraid his wife would come across them and then he’d be in trouble. It was easy to spot, amongst all those forboding brown envelopes and sterile looking bills.
When he buys me gifts, he always leaves me guessing, right until the tantalising end. Maybe this is his revenge for the times I’ve led his mind back and forth, alternating between arousal, amnesia, the bring of orgasm, then back down into a deep trance, from which he awakes to find me filing my nails or reading a book. I knew there’d be no point guessing, and any hints he’d give would be so cryptic as to be ethically misleading – a bit like the covert hypnosis I’ve often used to catch him off-guard.
His last gift was a pair of hypnotic spiral goggles. That choice of gifts was genius and eerily spot on. I’d once placed this very item on my Ebay watched items list, before dismissing it, as I wasn’t sure what they’d look like in real life. Or if I’d want to be caught wearing them. As it was, they are quite cute. They look innocent. But they work. Stare deep into them when I’m wearing them, at your peril … He discovered that too, to his delight.
So, when this gift arrived, I wondered what his choice of gift to please me with would be like.
I was in a bit of a rush to leave for some errands, but couldn’t resist having a peak. At first glance, I thought I was looking at a pair of ear-rings. But they had no hook. Then I felt the blood drain from my face.
Nipple jewellery. He’d bought me nipple jewellery!
I found myself really pleased they’d come in the post and not been handed to me in person. I can’t imagine how he’d have interpreted the expression on my face. Although knowing me, I’d have probably have laughed it off.
I actually have, in the past, bought myself a set of nipple jewellery rings. This was not long after Janet Jackson’s wardrobe malfunction. Although I think hers were/are pierced jewellery. I quite cherish maintaining my nipples as a piercing free zone.
So in a way, he’d once again bought me something I had a private interest in. But that’s it, a private interest. I can hardly share nipple jewellery in the same way that I hope to share the hypno goggles or any other gifts you send me. This bore the hallmarks of a man buying his wife or girl-friend sexy lingerie for a present. But only in as much as he expects to see her wearing them!
Once I got over the shock of his brazeness (and he assures me he had no such ulterior motives when he bought me the nipple jewellery ((and because he is a man, I believe him, of course)), I did rip off my blouse and my bra and try them on. Well, I tried one on. My first reaction was a triumphant, “Ah-ha, they’re too small to fit around my nipples”. But the inner ring is adjustable – although it loses some of its beauty when adusted too wide. With a bit of practice, I may be able to get the jewellery around my nipples. Dare I say it needs third party hands to adjust it and get it just right as each time I thought I’d got it on okay, it would be clear that I only had to sneeze, before it flew off my chest.
But they are lovely. And once I got over the shock, I was actually quite pleased with them. And with him.
Now that I’d received them, he wrote and explained that he had to off-load them as his wife has inverted nipples and would have known he’d bought them for someone else if she’d come across where they were hidden. And the sharp-eyed readers are probably wondering how he could be so sure that I haven’t got inverted nipples.
I wrote him back and explained I couldn’t think of any situation in which I’d get to show them off, either in person or on film The general public are too narrow-minded and bigoted to appreciate the beauty of the female breast without subjecting the proud wearer to unnecessary attacks. The male detractors would go off for a crafty wank then return to condemn hypnotists that use their breasts for hypnosis. The female detractors, most likely other hypnodommes, would condemn female hypnotists that have to stoop so low to attract hypnotised admirers by using their breasts. Their criticism arising from the sore point that they are either too flat chested to compete, or have boobs that reach down to their toes. But they’ll dress it up as a moral stand, either way.
They miss a trick. Hypnotic breasts are living proof of the knock out effect of breast hypnosis. One day I’ll get a breast hypnosis induction caught on tape and you’ll see – it’s like the victim hits an invisible fist.
I’ve got an idea, though, of how I can give the haters “the finger”, and get to share my nipple jewellery.
Be patient!
Cleopatra, Queen of Erotic Hypnosis in London, UK
Cleopatra is a female hypnotist specialising in Erotic Hypnosis, Mind Control, and Brain Washing in London, UK where she offers live, in person sessions of real, one to one hypnosis, a unique experience for those that wish to experience complete loss of control.
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